St Margarets School - Salmagundi Yearbook (Waterbury, CT)

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The Male uf Qliijirtpmne from Beginning to Cllinh This account might at the outset make a more favorable impression of our class if begun with the last, the most illustrious of the four years, but for the sake of chronology alone, we will discuss out freshman year first and foremost. We did well, though,fif we do say sow-for youngsters. Being seven forty- fourths of the Glee Club, doing remarkable acting in the Marionettes thigh scholastic averages and deportment go without sayingj are worth remembering and recording. But in some ways that freshman year was rather slim. The only people who aped our manners and mannerisms were mere Junior Room chil- dren. Perhaps it is best not to say too much on that score because some of those children are juniors today. But then they saw us every morning when we marched into their room for chapel .we were a tremendous class, even in those bygone days. just to reminisce a bit-remember the night of the mascot hunt? We did our part by scaring the Seniors. XWe rolled tin wastepaper baskets down the gym stairs. Wlio remembers? Witli all this satisfaction in being a lively class, we did not acquire confidence or finances enough to entertain until the next year. We had a big job sophomore year! It was extremely diliicult adjusting ourselves, as well as playing the part of sisters to a bunch of pirates. We did our best though. Our funds steadily increased from food sales interspersed here and there so that we managed to entertain these bold pirates at a steak picnic at Quassapaug. We think the buccaneers enjoyed this shore leave and we know it was fun taming them. Thinking back, we realize more and more that that little affair would have become almost invisible but for Dr. Lewis, Miss c'f fgbIc'el1

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Miss EDEL1. With tenderness Our thoughts are turned to you. We grope for words As, trustingly, we have groped For you, To End you always there. The reality of parting Strikes home With keen-edged blade. Do lovely things come always To an end like this? No, the memory Of your loveliness, Your understanding deep, Your winning manner, And all the little things That make us love you so, Will stay with us forever, And our love will reach to you Through all the years to come. Miss LANCTOT Miss Lanctot, true to her ideals of life, Is straight, with level eyes of smoky blue, As on October days, when skies can knife With clearness and unfathomable depth. And she has guided us with even hand, Firm yet sympathetic, with a trait We recognize in this expression: Standing Straight and looking straight and being straight. Serenteen M'AM1E Ah yes, she's clever, Subtle yet frank! Do we love her? A proper de rien Cefte quefliorz! Delightfully par iozzjolmr Comme il faut. Emphatically, however, famair de trap. Miss MEMORY Palely golden- QWe love that colotj A sweet smile Like a sudden gleam Into a delightful room. Involuntarily An answering smile. fNo need to say more.j Miss PINE We're guided through a tangled maze Of angles by a master hand. They extricate themselves by her Clear touch. And now we understand An example: Multiply Our love by limitless progression, Add it to the fourth dimension.

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Williams, and, above all, the Boomers. Needless to say, our membership on the Glee Club grew-from seven forty-fourths to eighteen fifty-sevenths. We also started furnishing amusement for the school, not only at our own parties but also at that unforgettable political rally. Oh, yes, we started on the upward climb sophomore year. We're juniors! Remember the thrill of at last being an upper-classman. Being an underdog is all right in its way, but the real thing is too wonderful for words. Socially we were a tremendous success in the year of 1929-30. The Spooky Party started it, followed by Peppermint Sticks, the Ice Carnival, and, last of all, Rain. We did ourselves up in pink and green entertaining-we call this our Deb Year. But we couldn't spend all our time in a social whirl, for we were in dire need of real organization. fWe were getting a little peppy. juniors always arelj After Christmas vacation, every one began to get uneasy about our adviser: who she would be, and when we were to announce her. One afternoon in late January, each and every junior went to the polls in the garage. The next morning, the Seniors congratulated us on the choice of Miss Chandler. XV e didn't blame them a bit! It was then that we began to feel as though we were capable of taking the reins from the hands of the Seniors, but we were told that we still had considerable time left as juniors. Spring vacation inter- rupted our plan of campaign, but on April first fall jesting asidej we chose our leaders. just for future reference, they are: president, Alice Rand, vice- president, Dolly Carter, secretary, Helen Marcy, treasurer, Helen Wilder, orator, Margaret Lewis. That was a great day, we confided to our most secret diaries, Our organization was at last complete and all of it done in the most ESOTERIC manner. The Seniors were so pleased with our choices that they promptly invited us to a sumptuous banquet and, of course, we went. Follow- ing this, the newly elected organizers decided that we needed some uniforms, a song, and a mascot, as these were customary. After some more secret meetings at the Boomer's and clear old Hillside Cottage fwe sneaked some visits to the old school, tooj, we invited the Seniors first to a mascot hunt and then a picnic. On the day of the mascot hunt, while the Seniors, filled with grim determina- tion, searched, we, quaking with trepidation, watched with a hawk-eye from the promenade their frantic attempts to unearth and follow clues. The next day-our picnic-we were disappointed in the weatherman, but managed to reach Lake Placid in spite of the untimely rain. VU e could hardly eat we were so excited, and that feeling that swept over us as we marched into the gym singing our class song and carrying our mascot, a lantern! The Seniors told us that they were very much surprised, and, as we watched their eyes fairly bulge, we agreed. Anyway, they were entirely flabbergasted the next day, when, after Miss Hartley's recital, we paraded for the first time in our new uniforms of Cordovan rose and revealed our pansies. Then came Class Day with its thrill and tinges of sadness. We stepped on the Senior Steps with full legal authority and, as for lounging in the Senior Room-! But we hated to say good-bye to those Knights of '30 because they'd given us many good times as well as knightly combats. Nineleen